Posted July 30, 2007on:
I’m not only ludicrously close to tears, but have an insane desire to spend all my savings to attend his funeral. Instead I’ll do a film marathon. I started out backwards with Bergman, seeing his Sarabande in a local cinema about two years ago. I knew little about the film, even less about Bergman. I started it leaned back passively in a worn seat, munching on popcorn, sipping coke, ended it with chin on hands placed on the back of the seat in front, eyes peeled, stomach twisted and mind filled with Bach’s cello suites. His other films provided experiences too overwhelming to be expressed at present but suffice it to say he is *the director, as far as I’m concerned.
*A friend reminded me of my Teshigahara worship so…ok.